Chapter 376 Trelawney's Divination

Although most people with normal intelligence know that the poor woman mentioned by Professor White must be Professor Trelawney's ancestor, there is no other possibility. But when the name "Puffett Trelawney" came out of Professor White's mouth, everyone still took a breath of cold air, and a suppressed exclamation came from the long table.

Among all the people, only Rice did not pay attention to Professor White. The reason is also very simple. The stories she told were all his own experiences. Now listening to old friends mention it, not only is it not new, but it is easy to be angry about some details mixed with private goods.

He took some delicious food and prepared to eat it while it was hot-when Helga finished telling the story, the turkey was as cold as a stone.

"The four took the woman away from the ruins of the village and escorted her to the nearest town. It is called a town, but it is actually the territory of a viscount..." Helga continued to tell the story vividly, taking a sip of the cocktail in the glass from time to time.

【Ravenclaw prepared a new linen robe for her, Hufflepuff prepared a hot and delicious meal for her, Slytherin fetched water, Gryffindor made a fire, and the bath water was also ready.

After washing up, Ms. Puffett thanked the four kind wandering wizards. To express her gratitude, she decided to do a divination for the four people.

But before the divination, Salazar suddenly stood up and interrupted her.

"Ms. Puffett, please explain to us why the Normans let you go first and then sent you to the stake?" Salazar asked in a slow tone. He was suspicious and skeptical about everything. Once he smelled something wrong, he would move out like a venomous snake and attack these flaws. 】

Seeing Helga describe himself like this, Les was quite happy. If he hadn't been alert, they would have been wiped out several times. Whether from a metaphor or from a factual level, what Helga said was correct.

【Puffett was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly stammered, her expression flickered: It turned out that she didn't know why she was suddenly tied to the stake.

Slytherin's expression became more and more suspicious. In his eyes, this witch who claimed to be a fortune teller was really a bit suspicious.

He did not hesitate at all and directly used his means. After that, Salazar learned what had just happened and gradually understood everything.

It turned out that the Normans did respect her at the beginning, because she claimed to be a fortune teller, which was indeed a respected profession among the Normans.

The Norman leader invited her politely, hoping that this alien prophet could tell fortunes for him to see if he could successfully ascend to Valhalla and serve the King of Gods.

Puffett agreed.

After a complicated process, she really saw the future.

The sky was stained red with blood, the sea was boiling, the lofty sky city fell into the mortal world, and the once prosperous palace turned into dust.

The gods roared, wept, screamed, wailed, some knelt down and begged for mercy, some fled, and some charged towards death without saying a word.

Trelawney's fortune tellers have a fatal flaw, that is, once they enter the real divination state, the content they say is not under their control. Otherwise, how could she say such words in front of the Normans? Do you think your life is long?

Looking at the scene restored by Slytherin, the five people fell into silence.

It can only be said that Puffett was not wronged to be treated like that.

"I really can't control myself..." Puffett said in a crying tone.

"This is good news, isn't it?" Gryffindor laughed heartily.

He had been unhappy with this group of Normans for a long time, and the whole of Britain hated and feared them. Since a hundred years ago, this group of Normans have appeared in groups along the coast of the British Isles in their dragon-headed boats. Wherever the Normans went, the villages turned into scorched earth, and even the monasteries were not spared.

Under the protection of the gods, the Normans did whatever they wanted. Now a prophet said that the gods would fall, which was great! I just don't know who did such a good thing?

Gryffindor's words were unanimously agreed by the three friends.

After this little episode, Ms. Puffett continued her divination. She took out several herbs, poured them into a basin, and then lit them.

In the smoke, Ms. Pfitt seemed to be asleep. She muttered in her dream like chanting poetry:

"Your journey will eventually reach the end, and the goal you set out for will have been achieved;

But like mushrooms in the shade of the trees after the rain, you have already found a new goal;

The journey is like Sisyphus's boulder. Every time it seems to be close to the end, it will come to a new starting point;

In the process of pursuing your goal, you will gradually grow old, quarrel, and part ways.

Some of you will grow old, some will leave and never come back, some will find a place to take a nap when they are tired, and some will die.

You may meet again on the road in the future, and you will smile at each other when you pass by each other, and then continue to travel together as you did when you were young.

Everything is like the moon in the water and the flowers in the fog, but there is only one thing that is certain: the traces of your journey will be like the boulder on Salisbury, lying there for those who come to admire."】

After half-reciting and half-singing the prophecy in the tone of Puffett, Helga closed her mouth, filled the empty glass with port wine, and drank it all.

The people around the table fell into silence, and everyone was savoring the story told by Professor White.

"Professor White, what's next?" Daphne took a sip of the Tequila Sunrise in her hand, and then asked about the ending of the story.

"Below? There is nothing below." Helga smiled at this very Gryffindor Slytherin girl and said: "The four asked Ms. Puffett to take a bath and left her some money. Then the next morning, the four young wizards set out on their journey again, and Ms. Puffett stayed in that town to continue her fortune-teller-there was no Statute of Secrecy at that time, and the boundary between wizards and Muggles was not obvious."

Dumbledore's face showed a thoughtful expression.

In the "story", Puffett made two very interesting predictions, one of which accurately predicted the demise of the Norse gods, and the other predicted the story of the four founders.

"Traces like the boulders on Salisbury", refers to Hogwarts, right? He is indeed a prophet, and the two predictions are so accurate that it is chilling.

He looked at Professor White's old face, and his heart was filled with emotion. The founders did grow old and separated from each other during the journey.

Everyone at the table had different thoughts in their hearts. After hearing "a pot of herbs was lit", Trelawney was so excited that she couldn't help herself - she and Professor White had been talking for so long just to know the formula of this set of herbs!

She didn't really care about the stories of the ancestors. It was good to hear them, and it was not a pity to miss them.

After all, no matter how powerful they were, they were only the glory of the ancestors, and they had no relationship with her, but the herbal formula was extremely important to her.

"Professor White, does the legend mention... well, what herbs did the prophet Pfit burn?" She wanted to ask Professor White directly what he had burned in her office, but she was a little embarrassed.

Looking at Trelawney's face, Helga suddenly remembered the conversation between the four of them and Pfit before they parted.

["By the way, I remember you lit a pot of herbs before divination?" Helga asked curiously, "Do those herbs have any special effects?"

"Actually, it's useless..." Pfit scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "This is a formula passed down from my ancestors. Most of the time, it's just a small prop used to make customers think that their money is worth it. But they do seem to have some sleep-inducing and calming effects. I often fall asleep in the smoke, and it is said that I can make predictions, but I don't remember them."

Helga blinked.

Pfit patted her forehead, found a thin wooden board, and quickly wrote down the herbal formula she used on it with a charcoal pencil.

"Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme???" Looking at the four very common herbs on the wooden board, Helga was stunned: if it wasn't for the fact that these were the herbs used by fortune tellers, she would have thought this was a recipe for a certain dish!

"There are also some special requirements. These four plants must be planted on brown mountains capped with snow, fertilized with grave soil, watered with tears, and finally harvested with a leather sickle. The cut and dried herbs must be tied tightly with heather." Pfit added.

Helga: "..."

"Okay." She accepted the gift from Pfit half-believingly.

"Don't underestimate this recipe. It has been passed down in our family for several generations." At this point, Pfit's face showed a touch of pride: "In order to prevent it from being lost, we have also compiled the recipe into a song! It mentions the herbs needed for the recipe and how to plant and harvest the herbs!"

In order to prove that he was not talking nonsense, Pfit sang the song for Helga again, which made Helga very impressed with the recipe.

After that, the four of them set out on their journey again, and Puffett Trelawney returned to her hometown, Scarborough. 】

"The prophet used four herbs: parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. There are also some specific planting requirements. I will write them down for you."

What shocked Trelawney was that Professor White had no intention of making things difficult for her. She directly took out a roll of parchment and wrote down the herbs used by the prophet when making predictions and the key points of herbal planting.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Come on, eat quickly, if you don't eat, it will get cold!" Helga didn't continue to dwell on these "little things", but instead devoured the sumptuous dishes on the table.

Professor Trelawney only felt tears rolling in her eyes, and her eyes turned red.

The atmosphere at the table was joyful, and everyone put down their knives and forks when they ate until their stomachs were round. In the second half of the banquet, everyone began to unpack Christmas firecrackers one by one. Rice was no exception. He opened a firecracker and harvested a Christmas hat from it.

Amidst the laughter and joy, the banquet ended, and the students walked towards their respective lounges in a daze. Rice winked at Helga, then followed the crowd out of the auditorium.

After sending Daphne and Astoria back to the lounge, Rice walked out again and headed towards the dungeon - he was going to visit the prisoner!

Just kidding. If Rowena knew, he wouldn't have a peaceful day in the next ten years.

At the entrance of the dungeon, he really met Helga.

"If a student doesn't sleep at night and wanders around the castle, Slytherin will deduct 20 points!" Helga said righteously and loudly: "Then Mr. Lint, you will pay the price of detention for this!"

Rice: ? ? ?

Helga's face showed a happy smile. In terms of identity, there was no problem with her behavior just now in terms of procedure, and Slytherin College was actually deducted 20 points by her.

She is now a regular professor of the school, and it is easy for her to punish a third-year wizard with detention.

Rice was stunned by Hufflepuff's operation, and the most angry thing was that she was completely reasonable to do so!

Rice was so angry that his eyes turned black when he thought of this.

Happiness and anger are conserved. Salazar's happiness decreases and his anger increases, so Helga Hufflepuff's happiness will increase and her anger will decrease - it's so great, the law of conservation.

Les tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He silently wrote down what happened just now in the little notebook in his heart, and then opened the seal leading to the depths of the dungeon as if nothing had happened.

"Professor White, I also opened the seal under the school. Are you going to expel me?" He asked sarcastically.

"This requires the approval of the principal." Helga answered seriously, but the arc of her mouth was really harder to suppress than the lid of a boiling crucible.

The two walked into the seal of the dungeon one after the other. They planned to visit Rowena during Christmas and make sure that she really stayed in the seal obediently and did not do any strange experiments.

They soon found Rowena, who was now obsessed with playing with the sand table figurines.

Compared to the last time we met, the sandbox she made was more refined, and the little clay figures inside behaved more like real people. In Les's eyes, this was simply a miracle of magic - shrinking a person and putting him in a sandbox, he could really live in it for a lifetime. And that person might not even notice it, and would mistakenly think that he had traveled to medieval Europe.

"Why are you here?" Rowena quickly noticed the two visiting old friends.

She was a little surprised by their arrival.

"Royena, Merry Christmas!" Les and Helga said in unison, and took out a food box full of food from their arms.

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